Chapter 99

The air inside the room felt heavy with anticipation as Darren returned from instructing his guards. His steps were measured and deliberate, each one echoing through the silent space. There was a mixture of hope and trepidation in his heart, a delicate balance of emotions that tugged at his every thought.

As he entered the room, his gaze fell upon Lucy's still form lying on the bed. She appeared peaceful in her slumber, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The sight of her, so vulnerable and fragile, stirred a tender ache within Darren's chest. He longed for her to awaken, to see her vibrant eyes filled with life once again.

Darren approached the bed, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet beneath his feet. He stood by her side, his eyes fixated on her face, searching for any sign of change. Time seemed to stand still as he watched, his breath caught in his throat, hoping for even the slightest movement or flutter of eyelids.

But the room remained quiet, the stillness u